Running Nowhere Fast

Because I work SO much better under pressure. I now have less than one month to lose 10 lbs. What the hell was I thinking? When I bought the lovely graduation dress in DECEMBER, the actual event seemed miles away.

I thought I would do it in December, but the holidays came and I wanted candy. January was raining. February was raining and had Valentine's Day candy. March was raining. April was raining and had Easter candy. Now it is May, the end of May, which has involved little rain, no candy holidays and still my ass is not on that treadmill.

Today is my second day IN A ROW that I have been in the garage on the treadmill. It would be three but I thought I saw a spider and it scared me back into the house. It is not going well.

I hate exercising! Hate, Hate, Hate it. I can do the eating right. I can drink all the water I am supposed to. Getting on that treadmill, Oh it just fills me with dread.

In less than two months, I turn 46 (Wow! that is old!) and some point I want a victory lap. I don't want a goal weight. I think I need to realize that the parts that are sagging are not going to miraculous return to their original upright position. I am not holding back the hands of time, instead I am running like a mad woman to not be swallowed up by horrible chicken arms. And that weird flap of skin that women get on their neck. And a sagging ass.

Wow! I think that just worked. Those last sentences frighten me so much that the treadmill almost seems like a friend. I need to run now and put this on a banner that will hang right in front of my eyes.